Hey, Phil.
“Look at me. I’m the Garcia now.”
Funny.
“That’s a meme, son. I know all about them. Baby Levon is teaching me to shitpost.”
Please don’t shitpost, Phil.
“I’m gonna be ironically racist.”
There’s no such thing.
“What do you want?”
Love and a reasonably-priced steak sandwich.
…
“Yeah, okay.”
It’s not too much to ask.
“The love part probably is. For you, I mean.”
I’d be happy with just the steak sandwich.
I just saw the Wolf in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
It dazzled me. Irwin did not mess around.
Tiger was there as well.
There were stoned people.
Is one permitted to smell these gitfiddles?
Strictly prohibited.
However due to genetic mutations, my olfactory powers afford me a wide latitude of experience.
Not always in my favor.